but doubt his testimony? Methinks
I see thee, Froth, already in a cart,
And my hand hissing (if I 'scape the halter)
With the letter R printed upon it.

_Froth._ 'Would that were the worst!
That were but nine days wonder: as for credit,
We have none to loose; but we shall lose the money
He owes us, and his custom; there's the worst on't.

_Tap._ He has summon'd all his creditors by the drum,
And they swarm about him like so many soldiers
On the pay day; and has found such a new way
To pay his old debts, as, 'tis very likely,
He shall be chronicled for it.

_Froth._ He deserves it
More than ten pageants. But are you sure his worship
Comes this way to my lady's?

[_A Cry Within_, Brave Mr. Wellborn!]

_Tap._ Yes, I hear him.

_Froth._ Be ready with your petition, and present it
To his good grace.

_Enter_ Wellborn, _in a rich Habit_; Greedy, Marall, Amble, Order,
Furnace, _and Three_ Creditors; Tapwell, _kneeling, delivers his Bill of
Debt_.

_Wellb._ How's this! petitioned too?
But note what miracles the payment of
A little trash, and a rich suit of clothes,
Can work upon these rascals. I shall be,
I think, Prince Wellborn.

_Mar._ When your worship's married,
You may be--I know what I hope to see you.

_Wellb._ Then look thou for advancement.

_Mar._ To be known
Your worship's bailiff, is the mark I shoot at.

_Wellb._ And thou shalt hit it.

_Mar._ Pray you, sir, despatch,
And for my admittance.

[_In this Interim_, Tapwell _and_ Froth _flattering and bribing_ Justice
Greedy.

(Provided you'll defend me from Sir Giles,
Whose service I am weary of) I'll say something
You shall give thanks for.

_Wellb._ Fear him not.

_Greedy._ Who, Tapwell? I remember thy wife brought me
Last new year's tide, a couple of fat turkeys.

_Tap._ And shall do every Christmas, let your worship
But stand my friend now.

_Greedy._ How! with Mr. Wellborn?
I can do any thing with him, on such terms----
See you this honest couple? they are good souls
As ever drew out spigot; have they not
A pair of honest faces?

_Wellb._ I o'erheard you,
And the bribe he promis'd; you are cozen'd in them;
For of all the scum that grew rich by my riots,
This for a most unthankful knave, and this
For a base quean, have worse deserv'd;
And therefore speak not for them. By your place,
You are rather to do me justice; lend me your ear,
Forget his turkeys, and call in his license,
And every season I will send you venison,
Sh